Junior sister, she is fierce and beautiful

Chapter 132 I Can't Become a Man

"The two girls living in the prefect's mansion will inevitably attract rumors and rumors from outside. The prefect's mansion is fine, I'm afraid it will ruin the reputation of the two girls." Ji Bumeng said embarrassingly.

"It's okay, we people in Jianghu don't care about trivial matters." Fu Ling said.

Although her mother taught her to pay attention to her reputation since she was a child, she set up a bunch of rules for her.But she was a little stubborn since she was a child, and she couldn't agree with what her mother said.After worshiping Zixiao Sect, he will not take these things to heart.

"It's just that you saw it at the gate of Zhou's mansion that day. I have a very bad reputation among the people in the city. If you two make friends with me, you will be implicated." Ji Bumeng still refused.

"Junior Sister Fu Ling, does Mr. Ji not want us to stay here? If so, we don't have to force it." Mo Ran said softly to Fu Ling.

Although the two of them didn't bring any silver with them, it was not easy to find a place to live in the city, but if they wanted to sell the valuables in the storage bag, it would be no problem to exchange some silver to find a good place to live. down.

"It's convenient for us to live close enough to supervise him to help us find someone." Fu Ling replied.

Mo Ran: "..." This really depends on Ji Bumeng, Ji Bumeng is really unlucky.

"Master Ji, why don't you hire me to be your bodyguard, and senior sister Mo Ran to be your doctor in the house." Fu Ling said to Ji Bumeng.

"If Miss Fuling and Miss Moran are willing, that's fine." Ji Bumeng nodded.

Both Fu Ling's skills and Mo Ran's medical skills are obviously excellent, so Ji Bumeng naturally wouldn't refuse, and their prefect's mansion can afford to support such two masters.

Mo Ran: "..." It's all right, she really admires Junior Sister Fu Ling more and more, she can think of all kinds of ideas.

So Fu Ling and Mo Ran not only stayed in the prefect's mansion smoothly, but even got a considerable reward.

As night fell, most of the servants in the mansion were asleep, but someone pushed open the door and walked out of his yard.

When Ji Bumeng strolled to the small lake in the mansion, she saw the moon and herself reflected in the water.

"Is it just a drop of ink..." He squatted down by the lake, and stretched out his hand to disturb his appearance in the water.

He also listened to some whispers between Fu Ling and Mo Ran during the day.Maybe the two of them thought that he couldn't understand what they were talking about after hearing it, but in fact he had a faint feeling.

"Master Ji, is there any dissatisfaction with his appearance?" A female voice came from not far away.

Ji Bumeng looked up, and saw a little girl in white clothes standing on a big rock not far away, standing steadily, with a tall and straight figure, which is indeed the demeanor of a swordsman.

"There is nothing dissatisfied. Although I am a chess idiot, I also know that among the few strengths in my body, my appearance is one of them." Ji Bumeng smiled and replied.

"If someone like Mr. Ji has few strengths, then it's hard to find someone who is outstanding. Mr. Ji is unusually kind when he can agree to help someone he has never met before," Fu Ling said.

She has a good face, a good person, and plays chess well. Apart from being a little silly, Fu Ling really doesn't think there is anything wrong with Ji Bumeng.

"It's not all the help of strangers, I will help. Miss Fuling and Miss Moran have selfishness, and I also have selfishness." But Ji Bumeng didn't say what selfishness is.

Fu Ling didn't ask, as long as Ji Bumeng's selfishness was not harmful to the two of them, she would not mind.

"Since Mr. Ji is not dissatisfied with his appearance, why did he scatter his reflection in the lake?" Fu Ling asked.

She also looked at her reflection on the lake, and the lake reflected her appearance clearly, which she liked very much.

"Because the reflection is illusory, I don't like seeing it." Ji Bumeng replied.

"Master Ji, is he talking about the reflection, or about himself?" Fu Ling didn't raise her head, still looking at the lake, but what she said was astonishing.

Ji Bumeng's heart skipped a beat, the truth that she had been vaguely seeing but could not confirm seemed to be right in front of her eyes at this moment.

"I'm just joking, Mr. Ji don't need to take it to heart." But before Ji Bumeng could speak, Fu Ling had already covered the last sentence with a smile.

"Miss Fuling, don't joke. In the eyes of the girl, am I, Ji Bumeng, an illusion?" Ji Bumeng suppressed the smile on her face and asked Fuling seriously.

"Why did Mr. Ji say such a thing?"

"I... am just a person in the painting."

Ji Bumeng didn't know when he started to feel this way. There was a voice in his mind telling him that everything in front of him was not real, and everything here was just ink on paper.

But how is this possible?He sees himself as flesh and blood, and sees that the common people are all living people with their own lives. How can the place where he lives be a painting?How could he himself be just ink in the painter's pen...

But the arrival of Fu Ling and Mo Ran made the feeling in his heart more and more intense.

If he is not even a human being, and everything about him is not decided by himself, but only by the painter, then even the way of chess he pursues will be meaningless.

"Young Master Ji is really interesting." Hearing this, Fu Ling still had a smile on her face, in contrast to Ji Bumeng's serious and troubled expression.

"Miss Fuling can say this because she is not a person in the painting. Seeing me as a person in the painting say these things, I think I won't take it to heart."

Ji Bumeng, who was not angry when the people smashed her vegetables, fruits and eggs, was slightly annoyed at this moment.

Who is in the painting and who is in the book? This question is very similar to the one she encountered four years ago.

But when she encountered this problem, she faced a much more severe situation than Ji Bumeng.

Ji Bumeng is still in front of his pampered grandson of the prefect, there is no accident in the family, much luckier than her.

"Master Ji, if your life is arranged by the painter, everything about you is decided by the painter for you. Then why do you still ask me these questions? These are all your own ideas, and the painter didn't give them to you. Draw these."

"If you can think for yourself, you can choose the way you like chess, and you can not do things you don't like, then your life is a human life, not a painting life." Fuling said to Ji Bumeng.

During the day, Senior Sister Mo Ran said that she couldn't help but think of Ji Bumeng as a person.

At that time, she answered Senior Sister Mo Ran with what Senior Sister Mo Ran said, but that was just what Senior Sister Mo Ran said, not her real thoughts.

She regards Ji Bumeng as a person, no matter whether he is ink on paper or not, since she found that he has emotions, thoughts and ideas that ink should not have, she wants to treat him as a person.

"But even if I treat myself as a human being, I can't become a human being. I'm still just painting. Girl Fuling, I envy you so much."

　Thank you Xiao Lingdang, Keyao, Han Xinxin, Luo Shiqiz, and Lu Qing for their gifts.

　　Promise the big guys to add more, I haven't written QAQ for a long time

　　

　

(End of this chapter)